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oranje. |
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random days. fresh days. doing things you've never quite done before, for a long time. maybe fresh is a good substitute, cause you realised situations are contrastingly different. i can't control my stupid fingers when attempting to play something on the piano. when the harmonic progressions don't sound the way they should, the way you want, its frustrating. when things that might have been in your control aren't. the past few days have been spent re-discovering music. rimsky-korsakov's genius thematic creations. scheherazade. gershwin's drive. an american in paris. composers are really geniuses. chopin's smooth churning-outs. c#minor. gminor. craig armstrong. glasgow and portuguese. as always, arturo's rendition of a night in tunisia. okay okay. attempts shall be made to finish the couple of econs notes, a chinese essay, and to not be restricted by music now! goodnight. random. there's not much point in playing music if we aren't enjoying playing it for each other. performed 22:37 ©
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